hey there, my name's katie. i live on long island. 17 years old. 11:11. 3 day weekends. 500 days of summer. acoustic covers. alex evans. apples to apples. being young. bonfires.beach days. best friends. boys in baseball pants. coloring. cuddling. christmas time. daydreaming. doodling. dippin' dots. disney. family. fridays. freckles. glee. good morning texts. glitter. getting butterflies. holding hands. having fun. hot showers. ice cream. i love you's. jewelry. jeans. jesse ruben. kitkats. kite runner. knowing someone cares. laughing. little kids. lightning. long hugs. music. making people smile. moving clouds. nevershoutnever. nikon d3000. notes from best friends. naps. opportunities. old pictures. pretty sunsets. postsecret. queen size beds. quiet rooms. rain. reading. red mango. roasting marshmallows. sweaters. summer. sleeping late. sundresses. talking. texting. trying new things. under the stars. understanding. vacation. vanilla. wishes. walking around town. winter. being too lazy to think of words for the letter x. youth group. you. zumba. zoning out.
‘Sometimes on my way, I walk passed your house and every time I do, I get this weird urge to knock on the door, which is stupid because I know you wouldn’t answer it. Well, in any case, it’s technically your old house now. Nowadays you’re quite far away, with your new life and all. I wonder if you even remember me sometimes. I wish you’d talk to me, give me some vague sign that you do remember, because you know what? I’m not doing well. Life is actually pretty shit. And look at me I’ve gone this whole page without using the “L” word once so far, but looking at it objectively, realistically, I’d say that I still love you and I’m kind of afraid I won’t ever really stop loving you.’
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